#Gotham villains imagine

[madame-fear]

Last Kiss | Gotham!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello guys! so I know this is something I don't usually do (and won't really be doing this often), but I'm having a kinda sad day and I wanted to release my feelings somehow – so this immediatly came to my mind. Hope you all enjoy it anyways! Also: The title was inspired by the Pearl Jam song, "Last Kiss". And not proofread as always.

Summary: After insisting Jonathan on going with him and the J Squad to help them out with their criminal activities, you face the consequences of your own actions in middle of the villain battlefield.

Genre: Angst.

Warning/TW?: Mentions of murder, blood, criminal activies, cursing, and death.

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The sudden sound of the harsh bullet coming out of the gun caused all the arguing and shouting between you and one of the policemen to harshly stop, being immediatly followed by morbid silence.

Your eyes widened in surprise – and lowered your head to look – at the burning feeling on your stomach, as well at the sensation of your blood dripping from the open wound as they cowardly escaped from the scene, realising what they had just done. You lifted your sight to look at them nervously running away, only to soon disappear in middle of the dark mist. You weakly fell to your knees, and your entire body soon dropped to the cold, harsh ground as you groaned in pain.

Your vision was blurry and it felt as if everything around you dizzily moved. The only thing you could see, was the dark sky, and the flickering street light that barely lit up your pained face. Your eyelids began feeling heavy, as you felt how your own dripping blood stained your whole back, and quickly, your whole body. Your breathing was harsh, and some weak tears escaped from your eyes.

“I don't need you to constantly protect me from everything, Jonathan, I'm not a baby. I promise, I'll be good.”

The last words you said to him before you left your shared home only to accompany him on his villain duties echoed on your head like a melody that got stuck in your brain, making you release a weak, and quiet scoff in disbelief at yourself. There was a disturbing quietness, until, you felt your name being called one, two...and then, three times – you recognised the familiar voice: it was Jonathan's, your boyfriend. Jonathan seemed to not be able to find your dying body, but, you knew he did when the way he screamed your name was absolutely horrible, and terrifying.

“Y/N!” Jonathan shouted, ironically, in horror as he quickened his pace to get to your laying body.

Taking of his Scarecrow mask, he crouched to reach to your level, and he then got on his knees. “I told you not to come with us, because it's dangerous!” His voice was terribly filled with desperation and terror at the sight of the bloody scene. Jonathan carefully got a hold of your body, and softly placed you on his lap, slightly holding you with his arms. His face flinched a bit when he heard you groan with pain. From the wound, blood continously escaped your body, staining not only you and the ground, but as well, as his Scarecrow clothing. Jonathan didn't care if he got stained with blood, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment, was your own well being. “It's my fault, I'm sorry...” Your voice was weak, and quiet – nearly impossible to hear. Knowing him a bit too well, at the sight of violently harsh tears coming out from his eyes, you knew he was so badly trying to hold them, but it was just too much for him to handle.

“No no, it's not your fault. It's my fault! My fault for letting you come–” Jonathan was only left with harsh sobbing as you interrupted him by strong and tight, yet weak gripping of his costume. “You know why it's my fault, baby? Because I didn't listen to you when you told me not to come.” Some of his tears dripped on your face, and every second you spoke, you felt your essence and your soul slowly leaving your body. Jonathan, seeing how slowly the weaker you became, placed his forehead against your as he wiped a bit more. You placed your hand carelessly on his cheek, wiping away the tears that ran through his beautifully harmonic face, and you failed to caress his hair, leaving it messier than it already was. He suddenly stopped pressing his forehead against yours, as he spoke, “Wait! I should get Mr Tetch and Mr Valeska, maybe they'll help me carry you–” He was once again interrupted by your violent head shaking in disagreement to him.

“No, don't. Please...stay with me, I know I won't arrive home tonight–” You suddenly coughed some blood, staining your bodies even worse. As much as you hated putting that way plus the coughing, seeing how it made him cry even worse, you preferred to have him by your side. “If they come to us, good – but if they don't, reach them later. I'm too scared of what's in the other side, my beloved Scarecrow, please stay by my side these last moments I have on Earth.” Jonathan cried even worse at your comments, but he knew you were right. “Please...make me feel better, and give me one last kiss.” Blood started suddenly dripping out of your mouth, your vision was blurried to the point were you could barely distinguish his precious face. Jonathan nodded, and gripped your body tighter. Slowly, he leaned his body near you to the point where your lips were inches away, and he desperately pressed his lips against yours. You moved in sync with his as much as you could, savouring the moment, knowing you wouldn't last much longer. The kiss felt eternal, and was tremendously bittersweet, as he could feel the taste of both your own blood, and his tears.

Jonathan, at one moment, knew you were gone. Your lips stopped moving in sync with his, your body became lighter, he couldn't feel your breathing anymore, and you weren't moving at all. His lips were still strongly pressed against yours for a few moments after that, not wanting to let go of you, even if it was already too late. The flickering street lights, and the casual sound of vandalism in the streets of Gotham made the moment even more sadder, somehow. Weakly, he started letting go of your lips, as he started admiring your now place as snow face. You looked so peaceful, and yet so pretty, that it was so bizarre. He wiped a few more minutes, as he held your cold body, blood-stained body. Knowing how your own blood was stained on his costume, made him feel numb. The blood that came out of your precious lips had also stained his own face. He didn't have his parents with him anymore, and now, he didn't have you as well. A deep, void of sadness filled his mind, and heart.

Jonathan wiped away some strands of hair covering your face. As much as he felt sad to your passing, rage against your murderers began brewing inside of him. He grabbed your entire body, and stood up – planning on leaving your body somewhere better, and quietter, where your soul could pass more peacefully. He knew, you'd probably want him to get over you and find someone that could take over your place, and love him as much as you did, but that wasn't going to happen. For him, nobody could replace you. No matter how much love they show to him, he was always going to be forever yours.

Some tears and sobbings still came out of him as he walked towards a graveyard; he could still feel the taste of your last kiss on his lips – and he knew, the taste would last forever.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; hard and unusual kinks hcs with the gotham villain men

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE PORN like this is absolutely filthy and descriptive. Some of these are probably too creative and WAY out of character, but oh well. I need to practice my smut writing skills and what better way to do it then with some short scenarios of our boys ? HARD KINKS (all of them are too kinky for there own good) sadomasochistic sex warning for victor and jerome,,, and (sort of?) non-consensual hypnosis warning for jervis, somnophilia and bondage warning for ed. controlling and degrading behavior.

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “Obey, like I’m your master babe.” The Valley by Miguel

He has a habit of leaving in the mornings. He’s a gangster, a crime lord. He loves his job…you think. But it’s hard. Especially seeing him go. Which is why when the two of you fuck, he makes it worth your while.

Yes, he’s shy. He despises indecency. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love. At least, that’s what he likes to think, so you let him.

But you know better. Oswald can’t control anything about himself. The man is impulsive and spoiled. And when he wants you to feel something, you feel it. For better or for worse.

Which is why when he’s awfully pent up and sexually frustrated, you reap the benefits of the king of gotham’s cock pistoning into you. He needs to feel wanted. He needs the two of you to feel loved. He thinks the two of you are sweetly and slowly fucking in his mind. But in reality?

His thick length is hammering into you, selfishly ignoring your pleas. No, he gets drunk on them. Even if he doesn’t want to admit how obscene he’s being.

You’ll feel his sticky tip align with your pussy. He means to enter you slowly, but before you know it, he’s letting himself go. Every inch of his cock is filling you up, taking you in. His eyes are rolling back as he feels you clench around him, and he tries to push all the more unsavory thoughts out of his head.

Thoughts of you tied up. Worshipping him. Unable to resist him. Thoughts of you riding his thighs, while he gives the order to shoot someone dead. The idea of you bending to him, being a good servant. Kissing his shoes, groveling and kneeling. Degrading you.

His fingers sink into the fat of your thighs and ass, clawing at any part of you he can grasp.

His mother taught him better, he reprimands himself. But how can he stay composed and loving when you look at him like he’s the only man in the world?

Oh, he wants to make you feel good, loved, and have this be an act of intimacy. It’s what he was raised to believe sex was for. But he also wants you on your knees, choking on his length, collared like a dog.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley.” The Valley by Miguel

Victor is always upfront with what he wants. And he’s been around the block one too many times. He’s fucked around quite a bit. He’s a ladies man, what can he say?

Which is why vanilla sex is entirely boring to him. Well, maybe not entirely. Not with you.

But theres something so special about mixing physical pain, his sole desire, with you, his other sole desire. It’s his lifes work, meeting the love of his life. What’s not to like?

Which is why he blunty suggests the idea. And boy is he glad he did.

A phone camera is pushed into your face while he records everything. The sloppy noises of your pretty pink mouth slipping and sliding around his cock.

It’s not just any homemade porno either, no. It’s a borderline snuff film.

He films himself slotting his cock into your swollen lips, one hand recording, another hand on a pistol pressed firmly against your head while you choke on his cock. The gun isn’t loaded of course, at least, you don’t think it is.

If the gun is loaded, you’re sure he’s playing a dangerous game with himself. Testing his own capabilities. He’s the best of the best, and his fingers are placed firmly on the trigger. If he loses control or focus for even a moment, you could never see the light of day again. Each time he cums is like a self-made test for himself, an ego trip. He’s excercising the greatest control not to accidentally pull the trigger and pop your top.

You’re spitting wildly, tears and saliva and cum mixing on your face. You’ve been sucking him off for what feels like hours, playing this game, and it’s still not enough. No, the man could live his whole life with your face inbetween his thighs. You have no clue what round you’re on.

“There you go…sweetness. Uh-huh…take it.” He’ll press the gun further into your temple, talking down to you slowly. It’s awfully demeaning.

He never shuts the fuck up during sex. This is no exception. His dry humor persists in every word, even as his gun comes into contact with your fucked out wet face, or a blade slices through your sweet soft thighs.

He’s doing close-up shots of every cut he makes on your skin. He marks the both of you, respectively. He keeps the videos in his pocket for later. Y’know, just in case you aren’t there, and he needs something to jack off to. He’s a manwhore, and he can admit it.

He’ll ask to show the videos to Wendell. Just so he knows Victor wasn’t lying about his girl being a total catch.

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴

♫ “I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth.” The Valley by Miguel

Oh, Eddy. Ever the show man. Oddly enough, I think he has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive out of everyone on this list. In the words of CMS, "He loves donuts and getting laid." You're no exception babe.

Similarly, he isn't the kinkiest when he's at the GCPD. The poor baby is so vanilla; so eager to please. If you want a man to put your needs above his own? Look no further. Eddy is your guy. But similar to Ozzy, the man grapples with control. How can he resist when your small sleeping body looks so innocent? So willing?

You wake up to him pumping his dick deep into your hole, groping your breasts and ass, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. He wants to apologize, for waking you. He feels bad of taking advantage of you. But it's your fault. The man is a little bit of a creep and has gone his whole life without pussy. What did you expect?

That being said...when he undergoes his transformation of sorts? It's like he has something to prove, to you and himself. Riddler baby is tired of hiding in the shadows, no, it's show time. If you thought the somnophilia was kinky, you've seen nothing yet.

Season 3-4 Ed is desperate to dominate you. Claim you in every way. Prove to himself that you're not going anywhere. It's a deep seated need to exert control, with a touch of dramatic flair.

Which is why, from time to time, especially on special occasions, you'll wake up from being drugged, ball-gagged in a warehouse, tied to a chair, moaning around a vibrator overstimulated against your cunny. He'll watch the whole show, pleased with his handiwork.

Might even turn it into a game. How many riddles can you answer? Maybe if you get one right, he'll let you cum. And if you don't get one right, prepare to be in for a long, long night.

Ed's pushing his thick long fingers into your tight little pussy, watching your cream spread along his fingertips. He'll force his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Making you taste what he's doing to you.

He's giggling while he does so, smile wide while you gag around him. Oh, this will be fun.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “lips, tits, clit, sit.” The Valley by Miguel

Would it be too brave to go on record to say the mans a virgin? I'm sorry, but he didn't get any pussy in that carnival.

Which is why he's incredibly sex starved. The man is feral. Hungry. He fucks you like a dog in heat half the time. You're his own personal pocket pussy, who will love him no matter what.

So when he tells you to do something, you better do it.

For instance, when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit. No hovering. No, he wants the entirety of your weight in his mouth so he can tongue fuck you into oblivion.

He's wildly gripping at you, laughing like a mad man as he keeps you in place firmly. He's digging into your cunt with his tongue like a man whose getting his first lick of pussy. He's slapping your ass, letting you ride his face like a cowgirl.

He'll slap your sopping cunt. He'll spit in your mouth, on your face, on your pussy. He loves everything feral and sloppy. And for his own good, the man can't shut up. He loves some good dirty talk.

"Hah! There you go, doll. You want it raw? You do, don'tcha? Naughty, naughty girl." Excuse his breeding kink. "Should just pump you right up with my cum. Get you all messy. Cream-pie you riiiiiiight here," He cackles, hand hovering over you're lower stomach.

He likes seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain when your thighs scratch the staples on his face.

Oh, he's a biter. Your thighs might be bleeding by the time he's done, biting hard enough to break skin. You'll yelp in pain and it will spur him on, like you're his own personal show to watch.

God, please hit him back. Slap him. Push him around. He adores it- the two of you fucking like wild animals, clawing and at each others throats, all the while his girthy length his pounding into your sweet tight hole.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “Tell me that you love it darling." The Valley by Miguel

Jervis has a very deep seated need to have you close to him. To have you bonded with him. He's obsessive, clingy, stalkerish. And he loves a good old fashioned Victorian flirtation. But god, he gets tired of waiting.

He's a gentlemen through and through. But even gentlemen have needs. And when he sees you in that light blue dress he bought you, pussy peaking out through the short skirt? Or how you lick your lips when the tea he makes you dribbles down?

He'll have to take what he wants eventually.

He knows you'll say yes. Even though the two of you have never talked about sex. No, you're his Alice. His willing little girl. Why would you ever say no to him? And he's right. He could ask, and you would probably say yes.

But, just for a precaution...Can't have you running off like the white rabbit, can he?

It will be late night after the two of you have tea. And he'll pull out his pocket watch. And before you know it, you'll be pinned on top a table, dress pooling between your legs, pulling on his hair against your will.

It's a sight he will never sick of. His sticky ropes of cum dripping, tainting the dress he'd bought you. It trickles down from your spine. You'll be too fucked out to walk the next day, and you won't even remember why.

He takes you, ignoring your pleas and whines of overstimulation. He'll continue to stuff his cock inside you until he feels pity for you.

Hypnotizing you while he's balls-deep inside of you, messily thrusting as he tries to concentrate. "You love this. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love this." His words scramble as he comes undone himself, letting your mind wash over and speak the words against your will.

If somehow you piece two and two together, the cum stains on your dress- and the feeling of being stretched out the next morning...assure him he doesn't have to hypnotize you.

Or let him keep it up. It's more fun for him this way.

[batman-dc-imagines]

This idea came to me while eating lunch and watching this movie.

[onmyyan]

A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

[harleyvaleska19]

I miss the Valeskas Twins 🖤🃏🥺

[spacebubblehomebase]

"Red is the color of a rose, our love, your hair, and my heart. Red is the color of HER. Your painted lips. My work of art." 👩‍❤️‍👩 Nothing to see here! Just girls thinking of girls. ✨️ Can't believe it took me THIS long to realize I haven't drawn these two baddies. Besties who kiss AND tell, but it's just as well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope ya like this little doodle of mine, sis! 💕 -Bubbly💙

#spacebubblearts #myart #fanart #doodle #birthday #pamelaisley #harleyquinn #poisonivy #birdsofprey #dc #dcu #girlfriends #lesbians #bisexuality #comics #villains #antiheroes #red #harlivy #coloring #roses #hearts #gotham #batman #batfamily #canon #lgbt #couple

[cannonsinmyhead]

I need more Home Alone and Batman crossover content. Specifically in the form of Kevin Mccalister becoming Robin. He is just so Robin shaped. He’s got the sass, a very Robin skill set, and the abandonment issues prerequisite. Give that kid a cape and 8 hours of prep and he’s taking down the rouges gallery single handedly. There is no world in which Bruce Wayne meets this gremlin of a child and doesn’t adopt him on the spot.

[yourmomxx]

If you think about it, all of Batman’s villains are just misunderstood theater kids

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine

"When I win your heart (Name), and I will win it, it will not be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me." (- Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones, OUAT) they say, then give you a smirk that was almost warm, and leave.

^ This ^ with you & the following villains :

CreepyPasta; Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann, Offenderman, Puppeteer, Zalgo, etc.

Disney/Pixar; Captain Hook (i mean-), Charles F Muntz, Dr Facilier, Horned King, Jafar, Long John Silver, Maleficent, Professor Ratigan, Randall Boggs, Scar, Shan Yu, Shere Khan, etc.

Gotham; Edward Nygma/The Riddler, Fish Mooney, the Scarecrow, Lazlo Valentin/Professor Pyg, Victor Fries/Mr Freeze, etc.

Misc: Black Hat, Captain Hook (2002), Damien Dalgaard, Deucalion, Don Falcone (2022), Eris (S;LOTSS), Jack Bass, Lucius Malfoy, Mal/The Malevolent One (TDI;AS), Merle Dixon, Napoleon Boneparte (NATM), Owen/Wolf (TWD), Peter Hale, Spike/William Pratt, etc.

Once Upon A Time; Cruella De Vil, Hades, etc.

Horror; Candyman, Harper Alexander, Inkubus, Jerry Dandridge, Kieran Wilcox, Leslie Vernon, Mental Manny, Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk, Caleb Quinn, the Djinn, Tiffany Valentine, etc.

[madame-fear]

✨Hello! Could you do a fic with Gotham Jonathan and the reader where they go to the arcade? Thank you!✨💖

A/N: Enjoy thisss, lovely anon! 💞 I barely go to Arcades, so I hope I didn't get anything wrong! 😂

Pairing: Gotham! Jonathan Crane x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff.

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Arcade Date

“Are we there yet?” You said anxiously, as your boyfriend guided you.

“No, not yet. Almost.” Jonathan replied.

Both his hands were tightly covering your eyes as he helped you guiding your own footsteps. The whole motive for this, was that he was about to show you “what a real fun date looked like” by taking you to a surprise date. Jonathan didn't tell you where you were going, nor gave you the slightest clue about what the place. You couldn't help but naturally get anxious because of the curiosity and intrigue he provoked.

You felt him suddenly stop on his tracks, stopping you from walking as well, and slightly shift his body as he seemed to look for something – actually, making sure he was in the right place.

“Aaand, here we are!” Jonathan's voice had a spark of excitement, as he uncovered your eyes; revealing a big building full of people, the place was lightened by big, strong neon lights, and you could hear the sound of faint laughter, and some videogames being played. You mouthed a quiet “wow” in pure amusement at the sight. “We never went to the arcade together, so I thought it'd be a good idea to spend some time together by having fun. Don't you think, dear?” As you stared at the scene with almost widened eyes, he placed a loving kiss on your head. You nodded in agreement at his comment. “You're right. Let's get this started!” Grabbing his hand, you both practically ran to get inside the Arcade, some giggles escaping your lips as you made your way inside.

Both of you looked at your surroundings with pure awe once inside, the bright neon lights hitting your faces. Apparently, you weren't the only couple that had gone into the Arcade as a fun way to have a date – they were excitedly hugging and kissing when they either won points, or small teddy bears at certain bears; the sight of happy couples walking around holding hands was also common. “This was a good idea, love.” You said, placing a quick peck on his lips as both of you explored the whole place. “See? I told you it was going to be a fun date.” Jonathan said, a smirk forming on his lips. “Where should we go first?” He asked, as you furrowed your eyebrows a bit, thinking about your decision.

“What about–” You began speaking, as you took a look at all the available Arcade games. “What about the Pac-Man arcade?!” You exclaimed, as excited as a little child. Jonathan chuckled at how adorable you looked when you were excited, and the way your eyes became brighter. “Sure! I'm totally going to beat your ass, just watch.” He flashed you a quick, teasing wink, as you playfully hit his arm and rolled your eyes at him. “You know nothing, Crane boy. I'm the one who knows how to play Pac-Man better than you do!” Giggling like little children, you ran to the PAC-MAN Arcade game – Jonathan going first to “prove” you his point.

After a while, he failed quite often; always getting killed by the little ghosts.

“Ah, god damn it!” His annoyance at how badly he was failing even if he teased that he was great at it, only caused you to laugh. “Aw, you're not so great at it as you said, then?” Rolling his eyes at you, he sighed in defeat. “Alright, then. Wanna prove you're better than me? And then, we'll see.” You placed a hand on his chest, and made him slightly move aside, leaving you enough space to take control of the arcade game. Crackling your knuckles, you prepared yourself to play with a smug smile. “Watch and learn from the best.” You said, as he stared at you fake-annoyed, waiting for you to play. You started the game, and quickly began pressing the buttons on the keyboard of the Arcade, eating all the little cherries you could find, instantly making the ghosts turn blue and eating them. You practically didn't blink, fully concentrated.

You nearly lost a few times, having being chased by the ghosts a bit, but overall you were the winner, eating all the ghost first and succesfully arriving yo the next level. You turned around to look at Jonathan with a full smirk on your face, his eyes widened in shock at truly how great you were at it. “Who's laughing now?” The smirk never left your face as you spoke. Jonathan clicked his tongue in annoyance, eyebrows furrowed, and he rolled his eyes. “Fine, then. You win. Can we go to the next game?” You chuckled at how adorable he looked when he was annoyed, causing you to playfully pinch his cheek. “Aww, alright. You'll win next time, you just wait.” You cooed at him, placing a loving kiss on his cheek – immediatly improving his mood, as a smiled formed on his lips. The next game you two went to, was the claw machine. The machine had a playful little music sounding, and had bright neon lights as well. In there, he won a bright green teddy bear with a heart on his chest for you. Jonathan was rather proud of that, especially when he saw how happy it made you.

The night was spent laughing, giggling, having fun, and occasionally, playfully fighting. Also, you had gone to the photobooth, where the two of you took some pictures lovingly kissing. Eventually, the time to leave had come, not wanting to arrive home any later. The two of you left the Arcade with your hands full of plushies, and some candies as well – already making your way back home.

“So, what did you think about it, my love?” Jonathan said, not being able to hold your hands with all the things he was carrying: and so did you. “I loved it! Thank you, my prince. Thank you for this!” You said, placing a big smooch on his warm-with-blush cheek, a small giggle escaping his lips as you kissed him. He was rather satisfied with how happy he had made you. “Don't thank me, dearest. We should come here more often, don't you think?” Jonathan asked with a bright smile.

“Totally. Best date ever.”

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

[batman-dc-imagines]

Hi!!!! May I please request the J squad (Gotham) separately with a reader who works at the police office and is kinda like their inside mole? Like they let them know plans to catch them and are also always willing to help them escape and stuff? THANK YOU ❤️

A/N: All jobs are associated with the GCPD. Slite nsfw on Jerome's end.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Job: Police Officer

Oh you little tattletale.

He’s not too surprised by your efforts in trying to keep him from getting caught.

Hell practically half if not most of his followers are or used to be coppers before joining him.

You’re no exception.

Expect to get anonymous calls from him talking and asking about anything other than any more information on Gordon being on his tail or big plans the precinct has been working toward.

For example, one day he called you while on shift to just say, “When are ya gettin’ off cop doody?”.

He has a printed and digital copy of your work schedule.

As we see in Season 4,he has complete control over Arkhams guards and prisoners, even saying that he wants to make a show of his escape, further displaying the extent of his 'showman complex'.

 For the sake of the prompt, if he had any minor inconveniences with his little escape he wouldn’t turn down you assisting him in his plans.

Though do keep in mind his showman complex and that unless you want to be discovered as a traitor, you’ll need to discuss with him a plan where you won’t be seen as an accomplice.

He’ll leave little gifts for you on your desk mostly to show his appreciation for all that you’ve done for him.

How he gets them there, you’re not too sure.

If you don't care for his gifts, he'll offer other ways to show his appreciation. (I'm winking under the eyepatch)

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Job: Doctor

“Twinkle, twinkle, pretty doctor, how I long to unlock her. In this asylum, you shine with smite, but in my heart, you are my light.” (Yes, this is similar to him and Lee’s interaction.)

When he got sent to Arkham, there wasn’t much he was looking forward to.

Except getting back out on Gotham streets and getting revenge on James Gordon.

But when he meets you? Now there’s something to look forward to.

Once he realizes you’re on his side and help him escape the first time, expect to hear from him often.

Quite often in fact.

When he gets sent to Arkham a second time, doctor visits and check ups are a lot more fun now.

It’s like two kids in kindergarten, passing secret notes to one another while the teacher isn’t looking.

Some being about a plan for his escape while others are all laughs and giggles.

He is a gentleman when it comes to showing his gratitude for your assistance.

That is if he likes you of course.

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Job: Forensic science technician

When you first met, Jonathan didn’t trust you.

In fact he hated you.

Anyone associated with the GCPD and Jim Gordon, he hated.

He blamed you all for the death of his father.

It took a bit of time and patience for him to fully trust you.

Even when you started becoming a full time mole for him, he still kept you at an arms length.

No matter how often you’d update him on the GCPD and their plans, or Jim Gordon’s whereabouts, he’d just give a vague form of acknowledgment or confirmation in your words.

The only reason he started to put his whole trust in you was when you started showing interest in his experiments.

Especially his toxin.

He starts enjoying your company more when you start helping him perfect his toxin.

You both find out it comes in handy that you’re able to get information on your former colleagues' fears without any suspicion.

He’s able to find weak points in practically every police officer in the precinct.

He starts showing his gratitude for your help later on.

Though he does tend to act vague about it.

[howl-fantasies]

Hi guys, sorry for my absence! I hope you're doing well. Here is a little something while I'm working on your requests and read everything I missed this week! Have a beautiful day dears ♥️💐 Take care!

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Oswald Cobblepot

Help.

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Y/N

?

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Oswald Cobblepot

If you organized a secret Santa and had to make a gift to Victor, what would it be?

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Y/N

Charcoal. Because he was a very, very bad boy. And a good spanking.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Do you always have to make things sound so twisted Y/N?!

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Y/N

Maybe you're just the only one who sees my previous truth as kinky, Oswald. What a naughty boy you are my dear.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Shut up!

What does Victor want for Christmas?

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Y/N

Bring back Freddy Mercury.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Do I look like God, Y/N ?!

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Y/N

Never saw him/her/it in flesh, how would I know? Would explain why the entire world is so fucked up, though.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

What is that supposed to mean?! You know what? Nevermind!

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Just answer the question! Or give me ideas at least!

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Y/N

A leash and a collar.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

You're disgusting.

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Y/N

You asked. Rule no.2.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Yes, never ask something if you're not sure you want to know the answer. I. KNOW! And I also know it's freaking out of the question!

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Y/N

How boring.

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Just buy him eggs. Draw little smiles on them.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

Is it another dirty inside joke just between the two of you? If so, get lost!

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Y/N

Oh no.

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He's a good egg. Pretty sure he would like to know.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

It's so stupid.

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Y/N

Still can buy him the collar and leash. Not black, he already has one.

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Oswald Clausbblepot

GODDAMMIT I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW THAT!

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I'll go with the eggs.

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Y/N

Did you know that male emperor penguins keep their eggs warm by balancing them on their feet?

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Oswald Cobblemperor

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I'm going to shoot you, Y/N. And Ed too.

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Y/N

Do it with the eggs on your feet please. I want to laugh. Will probably kill me faster too btw.

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Oswald Cobblemperor

That's it you tart! I'm ordering Victor to shoot you before supper!

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Y/N

👍

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Tell him to buy some lube on his way please. Oh! And panties too, he cut mine before leaving to work. I'm tired of playing commando.

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Oswald Cobblemperor

SHUT UP HARLOT! I'm blocking you. I swear I'm blocking you.

--------- Oswald Cobbleblocked you --------

[2-guns-b1tch]

My new pride pins just arrived

[tawneybel]

Note: I told myself I wouldn’t write anymore Gotham imagines until I finished season two, but eh. 

Imagine being tied up next to Montoya. 

You grimaced as Jerome shot Greenwood. 

“There’s nothing more contagious than laughter,” he echoed, breaking into it. You and your boss simultaneously spat in your captor’s face.

Jerome looked momentarily taken aback, lick/ing where her sa/liva had hit his chin. His finger poked his cheek where you’d splattered him. Then popped into his mouth.

“That was strangely pleasant,” he announced, grinning, before turning to you. “But your aim isn’t quite there. Do it again.” Jerome opened wide. Like a carnival clown awaiting the water gun.

Montoya promptly head-butted him. That caught him off guard again, giving you the split second you needed to continue shimmying out of your bounds.

“AH, A- Heh heh heh!” His nose dripped blood. You shifted in your seat. “You got me! Now it’s my turn.”

“No, it’s mine.”

If you weren’t worried about hurting your hand, you would have sucker punched him. Instead, Jerome got a face full of chair. Or would have, if he hadn’t ducked in time.

“Huh. I would’ve hoped you’d rather take a seat on my face than to my face.”

Note: So “saliva,” according to Tumblr, is a no-no word. 

[red-hemlock]

|| Theme Songs for Your Muse. ||

Standard Theme: Psyche (Flash Treatment) - Massive Attack

Battle Theme: She Moves Like a Knife - Perturbator

Boss Battle Theme: Sleepless Fever - Sea Oleena

Emotion Theme: Torn in Two Directions - Waterstrider

Bonus Singing Voice: Dh’èirich mi moch madainn cheòthar (I arose early on a misty morning) - Julie Fowlis

Bonus Lyric Theme: Bleed for Me - Digital Daggers

You won't taste the poison Hidden in my kiss You won't face the darkness So I'll just walk right in You can't outrun the wicked I'll keep you standing still You refuse to be the hunted But I'm out for the kill So I creep To watch you bleed for me So I creep To watch you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me

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